Chief minister Mamata Banerjee, known for wielding the pen on burning issues, on Wednesday posted on social media a poem titled Phyakashey and Pale in Bengali and English, respectively, on Covid-19.

Although the chief minister did not explicitly state that the poem had been written by her, senior leaders in her party acknowledged it was hers.

Pale
The sky looks pale
The clouds look grim.
Smokes emanating from dirt and dust
Have changed the world.
“COVID War” has invaded.
The human world is invaded by
Frustrations of black terror
Breathing is devoid of trust.

The face is deaf and dumb.
Half of the face is Eclipsed.
The lunar journey is tired by full eclipse.
The public life is criss-crossed.

Darkness at noon in the midst of daylight
Volcanoes of terrible terror pervade the media -
As if husk and chaff have been burnt.
Beds are snow-covered.
Environmental and bodily pollution converge.
The pollution of sound remind of funeral ashes.
When is its end? Nobody knows.
When will the saviour of life come?
There is no clarity.
Waiting waits for waiting